Top Songs By That Mexican OT
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
That Mexican OT
Vocals
Homer
Vocals
Cory Mo
Programming
Mone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter
C. Moore
Songwriter
Homer Ortiz, III
Songwriter
Ramon Albarado Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cory Mo
Producer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's been a long time but Homer Pimpson back again
And ain't shit changed, bitch, it's still Kick Doe till the end
I got the juice I got the flavor, yes, I'm taking ya bitch
I watch my bitches sixty nine, then I tell 'em to switch
Off the cranium, I'm banging shit on my dirty Bay baby shit
I'm coming down, I'm swanging it, Kick Doe music, they playing it
Oh yes, they know what it is but had to show 'em what it was
We got it out the mud and now the world knows us
[Verse 2]
I put the bay up on back, then run a hundred laps
Swanging through Be Careful Texas in a blue and yellow 'lac
Put the Bay up on back, then run a hundred laps
Swanging through Be Careful Texas in a blue and yellow 'lac
[Chorus]
Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?
[Verse 3]
I get more green than promethazine, more pussy than you ever seen
A forty five in my triple beam, I bagged the work then I serve those fiends
A living legend just like the bing, you got a problem, step in the ring
I'm running the game like Don King, bow down and kiss the ring
You talking shit, need Listerine, my back up four magazines
White paint inside cream, representing that Big Spring
So hot my body steam, swinging slow in my machine
My game superb, my gas supreme, double cup full of that lean
I could see through you just like a screen, can't nobody fuck with my team
Creased up in blue jeans, you look nice, my mug mean
My hands dirty, my car clean, pressure point, infrared beam
I cock it back and shoot, I'm all about my loot
We ballin', baby, not shooting hoops
[Chorus]
Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?
[Verse 4]
I gotta potna name Skellz, but we call him skeleton
Inside my body it's Versace, but I got some Gucci skin
I'm from Texas where we put some elbows on an electric Benz
Fuck yo' love and fuck yo' friends, I'm strictly about my dividends
My Texas tea is very public, attitude ugly
Miss me with that friendly shit, lil' boy, I ain't yo' buddy
Grape jelly on the outside in this peanut butter cutty
Take a stroll through the hood, pop trunk, got me looking lovely
Big pineapple with some wockhardt
I'm from Be Careful Tejas, Bay City all star, uhn
Matte black on my ARP, it look like it was Haitian
Got killas in the system, and they think they on vacation
Push up to my crib, my bitch think I'm inside a spaceship
Throw my Cadillac Escalade keys on my Playstation
Beat lil' buddy up, Def Jam, upgraded to a TEC now
Rock out at the show then blow it up like it's a meth lab
Uhnnnnn, know what I'm saying? Choppa spraying, bodies laying
Unh, mamas crying, can't walk outside without somebody ass dying
[Chorus]
Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?
Written by: C. Moore, Homer Ortiz, III, Ramon Albarado Jr., VIRGIL GAZCA